The Old Wooden Sled and a Little Girl

People usually describe me as outgoing, but I remember many times when I craved and enjoyed the quiet of time alone.  When I was little, my mom would let me go sledding any time I wanted to, whether it was dark or not.  She knew I loved it so much and times were different then...  

I could hear the sound

of the old wooden sled

as it slid over the cold, cold snow.

The sky was dark 

and full of stars 

and the biggest moon

you've ever seen.

I stopped

at the top of the hill

and stood silently

listening and looking

at the falling snow.

When it was that quiet

you could hear the snow

hit the ground. 

The sled creaked

under my weight

clicked

as my feet settled in

ready for the ride

down the hill.

Woooooooosh

it cut through the snow

Shhhhhhhhhhh

it steered around the corner

bumpity bumpity bumpity bump

it flew over the uneven ground

the old wooden sled.